Sonnet 86, Is There Another Way... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Is there another way to your heart?
For every love have reasons of its own;
Desire, where everything is meant to start,
For nothing in there, is plainly all shown.
Doors will be open to what lies in quite,
Marvels of thoughts, with each pleasure unborn;
Nothing is old and nothing wrong or right,
Everything's still fresh and newer outworn.
Feelings with ties to many different ways,
Coming and going, for love is at stake;
Some are so special, others for workdays,
Many for real, others: like a handshake.
We have the power to gratify our soul,
Give every meaning, a feeling and role.